Not Your Babysitter

[work_wife]

WHO: Robin Buckley
WHERE: Noth Central
WHAT: Musical Shenanigans, Stalking Aliens, Gift Shocks
WHEN: January 10th thru 17th
WARNINGS: N/A

I. Gift Investigation

Robin is not a nosy person. But you can't just let a girl into a barn house full of presents and expect her to fully keep her hands to herself. Right? Right. It's probably nothing, she's not really going to get up to too much trouble. Except...

"Ouch!"

She yelps and sticks a stung finger into her mouth, as if that will make the pain go away. Shouldn't have tried to open someone else's presents, right?

II. Alien ObservationsIt's official. Aliens. Are. Real. Don't pay any attention to her having met people who weren't human or who were human but weren't from Earth, or were from Earth but not her Earth. Aliens are Real. The Agrii are real.

If this isn't the coolest thing ever, Robin doesn't know what is. And so it's really up to her to study them, right? Are they the 'lay eggs in you' aliens, or the 'hunt you for sport' aliens, or really the 'friendly but lost and wishes they had Reese's Pieces' Aliens?

Someone had to know, and so here was Robin, bundled up in her reclaimed battle gear, peeking around the corner of a cabin to watch a group of Agrii in a snow fort building project.

It would be a shame if someone snuck up behind her, really.III. Let It Blow

Listen, if someone's going to give you a really big place where you think you can get away with practicing an instrument for old time sake without anyone walking in, who isn't going to use it? Most people? Well she's not most people.

Robin makes her way to the ice palace, a big case in her hands. Once she gets into the ice palace's main room she sits down and opens the case, pulling out her French Horn. Takes some time to inspect all of the parts, make sure it's in good working order. Then she finally puts it to her lips and starts doing warm ups with the instrument.

It's not music at the moment, just noise. But it's hers. Some small echo of the more normal days of her life.

[OOC: Robin would be a terrible babysitter. So absolutely throw your children at her however you want because she would just be hilarious to have to deal with it.]

Comments

[work_wife]

Damn, he's almost cute like this. But no, she won't say that. Little boys hate that.

"Well, make sure you don't eat so much that you make yourself sick."

[thepurpleone]

Donnie's no Raph, and his appetite's nowhere at the level it would be at his normal age. Leftovers would certainly be had.

He takes Robin's advice to heart with an emphatic nod, even as he takes another huge bite of pizza. Once that's all gone, he remembers his water, greasy little fingers being very careful about picking up the glass and tipping it to drink.

[work_wife]

At least the kid is fed and he has water and whatever else he needs. What are you supposed to do after that?

"We'll make sure that anything you don't eat gets set aside for you or something. You like cold pizza?"

[thepurpleone]

Don't feed him after midnight and never get him wet. Wait-

"Cold pizza's okay," Donnie says after what seems like some serious consideration. There's been plenty of times when he and his brothers felt like a snack and since they weren't allowed to play with the microwave, cold pizza had been just fine in a fix.

He licks at his fingers before stifling a yawn. His tummy is nice and full but the sleepies haven't completely gone. Walking in snow is tiring!

[work_wife]

Yeah, that's a whole other situation than this one is. But at least he knows about the goodness of cold pizza.

"Then we'll make sure it's all wrapped up for you. When you're ready I guess we can get you to a cabin to get all warm and sleep."

[thepurpleone]

The proposition instantly gets an emphatic headshake. He doesn't want to go back to a cabin. He doesn't even remember which one he came from, but there was no one there, and he doesn't want to be by himself again. The thought threatens to summon tears. Pizza only solves so many things, but it doesn't seem to have brought his brothers magically out of hiding. If they were even here.

[work_wife]

Oh no. Oh shit. The kid is starting to cry.

"Um, okay. Then we won't do that. Uh, what do you want to do?"

Shit, she's not good with kids. That's Steve's thing!

[thepurpleone]

That's the problem; Donnie has no idea what to do. But at least Robin's been nice enough. An okay human.

He pulls his little legs around on the bench to hop down, decision made. Around the table he goes...to climb up beside Robin. Looks like you have a turtle limpet.

[work_wife]

What? Why is the baby turtle so close to her again? What the hell?

"Um, there there," she says, patting his head very lightly and trying to sound comforting. But is it? Is it really?

[thepurpleone]

Designated safe adult. Donnie looks content enough at the head-patting, smiling up at her. She wasn't going anywhere for a while, was she? Because someone's clingy.

[work_wife]

Is she really that safe though? Apparently. And apparently she isn't going anywhere for a while.

"If you're done with the pizza can i wrap it up now? Don't want the aliens eating your dinner."

[thepurpleone]

Please don't traumatize him, Robin.

Donnie has to remind himself that they are in fact surrounded by aliens, which is super weird, really. He thought it'd be cooler but everything looks weirdly normal, if this really is a different planet. But he nods all the same because he doesn't want anyone taking his pizza, mutant turtles are very territorial about their pizzas.

[work_wife]

She'll try not to. Because if he's traumatized then she's stuck with a traumatized baby turtle for who knew how long. Who knew if she'd even pass him off to someone else before the end of his transformation. She sure didn't.

"Give me a minute. I'm going to see really quick what I can find to protect it. Don't move from this spot. Can you promise me that, Donnie?"

[thepurpleone]

At least Donnie doesn't seem to be so paranoid as to think that Robin might ditch him. Then again that's probably not great that he's so openly trusting, but at least he's not among terrible people. Mostly.

He nods his head. "Promise!" he says. Going to be the goodest boy and sit right here.

wrap soon?

[work_wife]

Robin actually spares him a smile at that before going off to find something to cover the pizza in. She eventually returns with a larger plate and covers it, her best idea. But hey, it's an idea, right?

"There. Now, how about you sit here, finish your water, and just relax? I need to eat my own meal anyway."

Which she'd been putting off to watch over him.

/thumbs-up!

[thepurpleone]

He kicks his little booted feets around while he waits, eyeing the tacos on Robin's plate but at least he's not Raph, because those would probably have been gone by the time she comes back. Donnie decides he's had enough foods, and having a little more patience than his brothers is at least where he's supposed to be once Robin returns.

The cover for the pizza seems functional and who's he to complain? They usually just leave their leftovers in the boxes and just about everywhere, back home.

"'kay," he says, nodding. He can do that. He might even curl up for a nap.

[work_wife]

"There," she says, sitting back down and looking at her meal. "Alright. Food time for me. We'll stay here until I'm done and then we'll do whatever else you want, okay?"

If she's going to be responsible for a kid, at least she was going to be as good at it as she can.